Strangest thing ever, the way a short work week can seem so very long. Kinda like that scene from the The Jerk . . .
The first day seemed like a week;
and the second day seemed like five days.
And the third day seemed like a week again;
and the fourth day seemed like eight days.
Something like that.
Thankfully, we’ve made it to Friday; once again we teeter on the brink of a weekend. Speaking of which, wouldn’t it be lovely to hang out in that picture, above? With the scent of pine and earth filling the air–with nothing but the sound of birds singing and maybe a squirrel or five playing. Add a cool beverage and a stack of books, and you’d be set!
That’s the kind of weekend I’m wishing you, laid back days that seem to linger a bit longer than usual — not as someone who overstays his welcome; more a suspension of delight. Like taking a break to enjoy the perfect cherry cola. Not too sweet, not too syrupy-with crushed ice to keep the fizz. Lounging back, sipping from a colorful paper straw, time seems to stop. Just for a moment. And just when you think it can’t get any better, you come to the cherry, sitting at the bottom of the cup.
A little bit of perfection.
So yes, happy, lazy days to you, my friends — may they be savored, right down to the very last bit . . .